Those Little Red Shoes

In 2015 we traveled to Wales where Liam and Katie were attending the University of Bangor.  I wrote then, “We are here with our Katie Maria—whose spirit made the French Alps sing for us while visiting her in Grenoble, France, last year—and that same beautiful spirit will make the hills of Wales sing for us now!”

“It seems like only yesterday that I wrote:  “I’m basking in the “joy” of the Joys this morning.  Liam and Katherine Maria Joy of England (via FaceTime) shared that joy with us yesterday.  They are expecting their first child in November.  This anticipated joy of the Joys will be our third great grandchild.”

“Elodie—the joy of the Joys—is now two years old.  We’ve only met via FaceTime.  COVID and MomMom’s illness have prevented our travel across the pond and a face-to-face meeting.  Yesterday, Katie called to share once again the joy of the Joys. They are expecting their second child (our fourth great grandchild) in late July. The joy of the Joys gives me great joy!”

“Katie and I were talking on the phone back in February (2023).  She told me Elodie was wondering why her Grandad did not pick her up after school.  That was the moment I decided to make this present trip back to England—for the sole purpose of being available to pick Elodie up from school.  Today that is going to happen!

Immediately after that February telephone call with Katie, I called my brother to see if he might want to travel with me again.  He called back the next morning saying “Yes!”  And here we are!  TODAY I will pick Elodie up from school.”

“Elodie,” Katie texted just a week or so ago, “has been saying she is the only leftie in her class and I was telling her about other famous people who are lefties (Barack Obama, Leonardo da Vinci, etc) and she said ‘I don’t know those guys but I do know the most important leftie…Grandad!’”

“Photos of my great grandchildren are not posted on social media.  Last year (2022), however, I posted a photo of Elodie’s “little Red Shoes.”  I do so again (2023), because those little Red Shoes speak volumes.” 

I thank God for the gift of Liam and Katie, for the joys of the Joys, and for the Little Red Shoes that remind all of us to dance—“out into the street, and carry us over the mountains and valleys, through fields and forests, through night and day. “Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by, but the red shoes go on!” (The Red Shoes, by Hans Christian Andersen)

 A Meditation:  Unutterable Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

I “had a solitary, thoughtful hour,” this morning, wrote Emerson as he journeyed by ship across the Atlantic in 1833.

“The clouds were touched

And in their silent faces might be read

Unutterable love.”

The clouds “shone with light that shines on Europe, Africa, and the Nile, and I opened my spirit’s ear to their most ancient hymn.”

The sea-gull, the waves of the ocean, the rising mists, the wind, “under that arch of light…are works of art better worth your enthusiasm,” than all the masterpieces of Europe.  Emerson experienced “Unutterable love” in what he called “these masterpieces of Eternal power…” He realized in that moment that “You need not go far to seek what ye would not seek at all if it were not within you.”

Oh, the Absurdity....

 

President Joe Biden (yes, he is president of the United States, winning both the popular vote and the electoral college vote in the 2020 election) is 81 years old.  So am I.  Either of us could have a stroke, a heart attack, or die any minute.  But, then, so  can those who are only 50, or 55, or 60.

Biden's activities before last Thursday’s debate with candidate Donald Trump (yes, candidate, former president, twice impeached, and adjudicated felon) was rather amazing.  He flew across the pond in early June for a state visit in Paris, attended the 80th anniversary of the D-Day landings in WWII, and met with Ukrainian President Zelensky.   The following week he flew across the pond again for the G-7, held a joint news conference with President Zelensky, met with the Italian Prime Minister, the pope and other leaders.   He then flew to Los Angeles for a campaign fundraiser (June 15).  He took a few days off to rest up in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.   (I would definitely need that!)  For six days he was sequestered at Camp David  to prepare for the debate on June 27th.  The debate was a flop—for both the president and Mr. Trump.  But, then, what's so important about a 90-minute debate?

The pundits are having a heyday with Joe Biden’s age since that debate.  They have ignored the other guy, who happens to be only 3 years younger,  and who, during the debate, lied repeatedly, never answered a single question with clarity, and continually belittled, demeaned and disrespected his opponent and the United States of America.  (Maybe belittling, demeaning, disrespecting doesn’t mean much anymore, but it means a whole lot to 81-year olds).

Some (like the New York Times editorial board) are calling for the president to step down because of his age.  Where are the demands for the other candidate to step down—because of his age, his lies, his character, his announced intentions to punish those who oppose him, his criminal conviction, etc. etc. etc.?   I’m 81 years old!  Age  isn't the problem here (especially with only three years separating the president and Mr. Trump).   To make it the problem is absolutely absurd!

  

Paul's Day

 Today is my eldest son’s birthday.  Paul was born in “Wild and Wonderful West Virginia.”  I was a junior in college and we were living in a 35 x 8-foot trailer on the college campus.  Paul’s first bedroom was a wardrobe closet in that trailer where the “porta-crib” just barely fit. 

“Swiftly flow the days…One season following another…”.   

Henri J.M. Nouwen wrote:  Birthdays need to be celebrated. I think it is more important to celebrate a birthday than a successful exam, a promotion, or a victory. Because to celebrate a birthday means to say to someone: “Thank you for being you.” Celebrating a birthday is exalting life and being glad for it. On a birthday we do not say: “Thanks for what you did, or said, or accomplished.” No, we say: “Thank you for being born and being among us.”

On birthdays we celebrate the present. We do not complain about what happened or speculate about what will happen, but we lift someone up and let everyone say: “We love you.”

The Eleventh Day of Christmas

 

January 4, 2024

Christmas is more than a day!  Christmas is a season—twelve days—not one!  Thus, my Christmas greeting cannot be considered late!  

I want to share what Christmas—at least the first eleven days of the season—had to say to me in my eightieth year of life.

I’ve come to know in a whole new way that Jesus is in both the light and the darkness.  The world, since that first Christmas, is a world walking in darkness and seeking the light.  Every Christmas we are reminded of how dark it is…and every Christmas we hear again the good news that the Light has come and “the darkness has not overcome it”!  

I’ve had a deep sense of Emmanuel (God is with us) this Christmas.  God has come to walk with us, to keep us company, to guide us along every road of our journey.  I sense this in a way never experienced before.

Every Christmas we are given the “renewed invitation not to be afraid and to let him—whose love is greater than our own hearts and minds can comprehend—be our companion (Henri Nouwen).”

Christmas is not just about a personal sojourn with Jesus.  Christmas is also about transforming the world with the power of love.  That is our task.

I hope your Christmas has been meaningful and life-giving.  The work of Christmas, as Howard Thurman reminds us, has just begun.  

The First Day of Advent

 

My New Year 2024 begins today—the First Sunday of Advent.  I will light the first candle on the Advent wreath this evening. With the lighting that candle I will begin to prepare myself for the Christmas Promise—that Christ might be born in the Bethlehem of my heart in some new way.

Advent is the beginning of my new year, because….

Advent is a very special time... a time of promise

     it is a time of preparation for the new about to happen

     it is a time of new beginnings

Advent is a time of expectancy...a time of happenings  

    annunciations are heard if ears are opened   

    dreams are dreamed and guidance given

Advent is a time of giving birth to God

     we carry God around with us and do not know it 

      it is a time for a new birth within.  

Advent is a time of waiting, waiting

     for mountains to be brought down; hills to be brought low

     for valleys to be lifted up; crooked places to be made straight

 Advent is a time of moving...a time of transition

     it is not a movement backward, but forward  

     it is moving me, you, and the world to a place it has never been

Advent is about newness...a time for the "New Things"

     it is a season of receptivity and openness

     it is a time of new vulnerability for me, for you, for God 

Advent announces a Way...a time of new dreams

   it is a time to sing our own song, dance our own dance

   it is a time of searching and for finding

Advent is all of the above...it is kairos time

   it is a good time to start anew, to begin again.

   Advent is the time to follow your star. 

         

      

A Smooth Return

We are home after our jaunt across the pond and our 9-day visit in Howden in the United Kingdom.  We had a wonderful time visiting Katie, Liam and my two great granddaughters:  Elodie and Rosalie. There were no delays, no re-bookings, and no change in  flight schedules on our return trip.  We left Manchester yesterday at noon, arrived in Atlanta, passed through customs, and caught our flight to Philadelphia without a single glitch.  My faithful friends, Adam and Sheila, were there to pick us up and drive us home.  We arrived at 11 PM and were greeted by a sign in the kitchen (and a full fridge) welcoming our safe return.  It was a long, long day for us!  John at 83, and "yours truly" at 80, managed just fine even though we were both suffering from some kind of flu or cold bug.  

We weren't as spry this trip as we were on the last one in November 2022, but we DID IT, HANDLED IT, and ENJOYED IT!  Why, we might even go on a cruise together in early 2024!  Just want you to know...no one of us is ever too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream, or to venture into new territory.  These can be DONE, and HANDLED, and ENJOYED!